Pandemic Spring

No runs, rides or walks, but baby bunnies for the win.

May 2020 was a brutal one and I really haven't had much desire to journal. High anxiety and knee pain from my run injury, (likely tendinitis, hopefully not torn meniscus), meant very little sleep -- which in turn lead to long and cranky days. Self-isolation was mentally taxing as my April sanity breaks of riding, (or running, or walking), were painful. It has taken six weeks to get to the point where I can walk down the stairs without pain, but a dull ache, reminiscent of a bruise being constantly poked, remains.

Normally, dealing with an injury is enough of a strain to the psyche -- but add in a pandemic, 120,000 deaths, rampant racial injustice, protests, riots, and the dumpster fire of a presidency -- well, it's been a craptastic Spring. I'm still holding out hope that we'll emerge from all of this stronger.

I've jumped* back into B&S bootcamp workouts on Zoom this month, adding a few minimal workouts to my week. (*Not literally. No jumping allowed). It irritates Will when he looks at my workout later in the day and points out the several things I shouldn't be doing. Honestly, I'm modifying a lot. It's hard to believe I was in Alaska just last June in peak physical shape, (though with a nasty calf strain dogging me.) Sigh. Injuries suck.

Meanwhile, my garden projects and baby bunnies have kept me smiling this Spring while I'm off the bike. It's been a struggle.

30 Days of Biking, Complete

Day 30, That's a wrap

It rained on the last day of Thirty Days of Biking, of course. Looking back over the previous six challenges, it has now rained during five of my seven finales. If I were a wedding planner, I would advise against a ceremony on April 30th.

I headed out in a light drizzle towards Marblehead, intending to ride out to Fort Sewall and the perimeter of town, but remembered Amy mentioning some artwork installed outside of Tower School, so detoured at Smith Street and headed towards the school. (I wasn't impressed with the fish installation. Kind of bland.) From the school, I hopped on the bike path and continued towards Salem, feeling a bit chilled from the raw weather. That was it for me -- thirty days, done.

I didn't think I'd have the mental fortitude to ride every day this year, but the daily ritual of getting out on my bike, rain or shine, was exactly what I needed. The added stress of social distancing and masking up wasn't great, but not insurmountable. I took the stay-at-home advisory, which allows for outside recreation for fitness, seriously and kept my rides within a bubble. (Vermont suggests the bubble to be no more than ten miles from home -- I shrunk it to six.) Overall, it was a positive experience in a stressful time.

When I woke up this morning to pouring rain, my first thought was, "It's May. I don't have to go out there".

30 Days of Biking, done and dusted.

Defining Spring 2020

30 Days of Biking, Penultimate Day

Day 29, Crystal clear surf today. Like diamonds. (Pic 1)

Day 29, Biggie clam  (Pic 2)

We had a (rare) sunny day after several gray days for my second-to-last ride in April. I rode around Marblehead Neck, stopping by Goldthwait Beach to kill some time, and then over to Stowaway Sweets to pick up an order of chocolates I'd placed earlier in the morning. The waves were beautiful after the stormy days we've had, and I found another big clam shell on the beach. There have been some big ones lately!

As for the chocolate -- it was part of a deal.

Chip had been dragging his feet on his English assignments based on the book, Like Water for Chocolate. English has taken a lower priority with him as he prepares for his AP exams in Physics, Calculus, Statistics and French, but the English work still needs to get done. I saw there were 12 chapters in the book and told him I'd buy a box of Sweet Sloops at Harbor Sweets and for every chapter he read, he'd earn two chocolates. Will laughed at me and said, "That's not going to work. He's not five!". Well.. I thought it was a good idea?

Then this morning, Chip told me he finished the book. He started last night and read it to the end. (It's not a long book.) Hahahaha. I owed him chocolate. I went online and saw Harbor Sweets was closed and limited to online orders only, with shipping. Whereas Stowaway Sweets was taking call-in orders and offered at-door-pickup!! That was perfect (!) and their chocolates are soooo good.

I called in an order for an assorted selection of chocolates and picked them up from a special order pick-up box. Chip was quite happy. :) It's good to have a win these days.

Outside Stowaway Sweets, picking up my order.

The pickup box!

The best chocolates. Chip earned them.

30 Days of Biking, Rainy Days

Day 27, Sun circle reflections (Pic 1)

Day 27, Another Nor'Easter  hits the coast (Pic 2)

Day 27, Sweet little discovery at Beach Bluff Park (Pic 3)

Day 28, light rain on my post-bootcamp ride
A view of Swampscott from Lynn (Pic 1)

Day 28, Parking is prohibited on the beach side of
Lynn Shore Drive, giving me my own protected
bike lane. (Pic 2)

30 Days of Biking, Weekend Vibes

Day 25, Short and sweet to the beach (Pic 1)

Day 25, Sunny but still on the chilly side. (Pic 2)

Day 26, Remain Hungry. (Lol. Not a problem lately.)

Woke up early on Sunday and made dough for cinnamon rolls! I had planned to make the dough the night before, but was distracted by a group of middle aged women drinking, laughing, blasting bad 80s music, and having a party, with a fire, on the trail below our bedroom window. What the hell?! WE HAVE A STAY AT HOME ORDER IN TOWN. How do I emphasize with the boys that they can't go off and hang out with friends while these chicks are partying it up next door? I walked over and spoke to them -- not very effectively -- and it left me unsettled. Needless to say, I did not make the cinnamon roll dough.

When I woke up on Sunday, I decided to make cinnamon rolls anyway... which is like a three hour process. While the dough was rising, I took a quick spin -- on another damp and gray day. Oh, Spring.

It was a productive morning, which turned into a lazy afternoon.

Homemade cinnamon rolls from scratch

A bit of icing added

So good. #pandemicbaking

30 Days of Biking, Rainy days and fried dough

Day 22, Happy Earth Day. Just hanging here with a pal.

Day 23, The Driftwood is open for takeout only, with their famous
fried dough available every day during the shutdown. (Pic 1)

We've had alternating days of rain and sun and I'm happy to be in the final stretch of 30 Days of Biking. My rides haven't been very ambitious or varied, but a few stops along the way make it interesting. On Tuesday, Earth Day, I stopped by Ware Pond to see the ducks. A goose came along and positioned himself right up beside my bike. (I had backed up a bit. I'm wary of geese.)

During Thursday's ride through town, I passed the Driftwood, which is normally crowded with townies on any given day. They are serving fried dough every day during the shutdown, which is a treat, so I stopped and ordered some and brought it home for the guys. (I ate a piece, first.)

Day 23, Not Gluten-free but delicious.
Driftwood fried dough. (Pic 2)

Day 24, Wet weather returns

30 Days of Biking, Through Snow, Rain, and Sunshine

Day 18, SNOW on April 18th. Crazy.

On April 18th, for the second time this week, we woke up to snow -- this time with temps cold enough for it to stick around. An inch covered the ground as I went for a quick ride while the snow was falling. Crossing Atlantic Ave towards the beach, I discovered the rain-snow line! (It was raining at the beach and snowing at the top of the hill on Beach Bluff Ave.) Riding home I could hear the morning birds chirping and a woodpecker knocking at a tree while the snow quietly fell. It was quite surreal.

Day 19,  The difference of a day. Sunshine and dry
streets. (Pic 1)

Day 19, Morning sunshine on Marblehead Harbor.
(Pic 2)

Day 20, wet and damp today. The buds are popping!

Day 21, hot colors on a cold day. My bike is well
hidden. (Pic 1)

Day 21 Detail from a shipping container wall
in Salem. (Pic 2)

30 Days of Biking, Easter

Day 12, Easter colors. Bike for scale

30 Days of Biking, Rainy windy cold days

Day 9, Rainy day errands. Discovering a river in the woods
off Salem St, adjacent to the gold course

The weather has been typical of April -- cold, rainy, windy. Usually by Day 10 I'm regretting this whole challenge, but to be honest, I've been looking forward to my daily rides this year, even when it rains.

With sunshine expected on Saturday, (and hence, more people), I bundled up and rode out to Marblehead Neck to catch the sunrise. It was 35 degrees at the start of the day, and I didn't encounter a single soul on my ride. It still feels like winter.

Day 10, Looking for empty spaces (pic 1) 

Day 10, Crazy windy day, (pic 2j

Day 11, Rise and shine to catch the sunrise (pic 1)

Day 11, sunrise to the East, moon still high in the west (pic 2)

30 Days of Biking, Ride Solo

Day 6, Rise and shine 

Day 7, Love (under the bridge 1) 

Day 7, Peace (under the bridge 2)

Day 8, Wearing a mask in public isn't that hard.
#BeSafe

Social distancing means physical distancing

Short and socially distant

We are now 19 days into self-isolation due to Covid-19. The state is under a recommended shelter-at-home order, (mandatory here in town), with an exception for essentials -- including trips to the grocery store for food and pharmacy items, and limited outdoor recreation. In 19 days, I've only gone out a few times. Most days are spent indoors reading or doing household tasks. Some, (ok, most), days are spent in my pajamas.

I managed to get out for a quick ride on Thursday and was shocked to see crowds of people walking the beach, or congregated in the parking lot, as if life were normal and this was just an extended holiday. Few were adhering to the six-foot recommended "physical distancing" guidelines. Ugh. People! Seriously!

We are getting rain for the next week (plus) which means fewer people will be out and about. I'm hoping to regain some motivation to get out for a short run. These have been endless days.

Six Feet, Minimum

Solo rides, Social distancing

Solo ride

Like everyone (most, many) in the Commonwealth, we began adhering to social distancing guidelines and self-isolation in mid-March due to the Covid-19 pandemic. Mike was in Tahoe skiing until the 11th and then began working from home soon after. The Swampscott Schools closed on on March 12th and will remain closed until April 7th May 4th, at minimum. Obviously it has upended Chip's senior year. Aside from an occasional walk or solo ride, I've had zero motivation. We're all hunkered down.

Will, who was home for college break the first week in March, returned to the University of Michigan campus on March 6th, only to have classes cancelled and moved online March 11th. (Frustrating.) He initially decided to stay in Ann Arbor to focus on his coursework and maintain his studies -- but the situation in Michigan deteriorated quickly and he flew home last Thursday. He's been in quarantine separate from the rest of the family since.

March came in like a lamb and out like a lion this year.

Wide open spaces